On Saturday we went to see some CCI puppies with their roly polly bellies and waggly tails and peeing and nibbling and every cute cliche imaginable. I had a favorite as I always do. I haven't yet figured out if my favourite means anything concerning life as a service dog but I feel free to say my favorite now since it means nothing to me but I will lock the entry about my fav.

This litter was noticeably fatter bigger more mellow louder than her previous litter. Puppies are supposed to be fat but it was weird to think "this pupppy is fat" after petting Hermione's lean sleek body.

Meanwhile Hermione and mom of the puppies Isabella ran around and around in the family's backyard. Even after 4 litters and tummy hanging down Isabella wanted to play. Of course Hermione easily outran her but after the slow humans in her life she delighted in running and chasing with Isabella.

I took Hermione inside and the dogs played tug of war with a stuffed duck. Both growled with tags wagging. Hermione ripped a toy for the first time since she's been with me. Something to keep in mind for future dog playdates.

I needn't have worried about Hermione getting sore. The next evening she ran around and around like the wind in a friend's big back yard at a party. Everyone else thought it too cold to be outside.

When it was time to go I clipped on her leash and she simply walked by my side. Now she's snoozing in her crate.

Now I must go email the neurologist about Little T's "abnormal" brain MRA but I shall think of Hermione tail wagging...ears cocked forward and running so free.